I don't have to ever have availed myself of the services of a prostitute to know their cardinal rule: Reveal nothing about yourself.
Otherwise you've got to worry about everything from stalkers, crazies, cops, rival pimps and prostitutes, moralistic vigilantes who think sex is worse than murder, the angry significant others of clients or clients that don't want anyone finding things out showing up at your doorstep and they won't be there for afternoon tea.
So off the bat that's really pretty bullshit even before you get to the part where they supposedly take you, the absolute highest risk category of client, into their homes where stacks of money are for some reason strewn all over the place like beer cans in a hick's trailer or tissues on your floor where anyone with either a warrant or sticky fingers could just scoop it up. And then there's what you claim their schedules to be. Again, not in a position to speak from personal knowledge but what little I know of prostitutes doesn't corroborate with a flat hourly rate and your 10 guys a night claim runs into a slight problem with the number of hours in a day. Aside from the sheer amount of time you're claiming these women spend having sex and how that stretches belief in the actual physical limitations of the human body you're also discounting all down time, solicitation and scheduling, travel, prep, etc. Taking all of that into account your alleged escorts work longer hours than a depression-era labourer ass-deep in debt without eating, sleeping, or showering on call 24 hours a day.
More than the usual ego-tripping by inflating your own image to your gullible fellow incels and feeding your irrational hatred of women with whatever lies you can scrape together I get the distinct feeling the whole point of you all coming together to lie at each other all day isn't to seek the validation you crave either of yourselves or your world view but to instead try and provoke each other into violence that you can draw satisfaction from when you hear about the aftermath from the safety of whatever dark crevices you infest.
The ending of your post doesn't read so much as end me as it does end yourself and anything else in easy reach.